Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 34 I see how charming Qingshan is, with an umbrella, a sword and a white dress
Looking at the tattered bamboo sword, An Le really didn't know what to say.

If it wasn't for the age energy on the old man's body swaying enchantingly like seaweed, densely packed, and he is a peerless powerhouse, An Le would really think that the other party is amusing himself.

The patter of spring rain made the small courtyard silent.

An Le took the bamboo sword handed by the old man, and it was light in his hand. Compared with the metal sword, it was naturally much lighter. The hilt, pier and blade were all made of bamboo, as if Grandpa had cut it with a hatchet. Toy bamboo sword for coaxing grandson.

"What? Are you disappointed?"

The old man seemed to see An Le's astonishment, and smiled mischievously.

"Given by the elders, the young dare not resign." An Le held the sword and said: "Besides, the bamboo sword is also a sword. Since the elder gave the sword, it is a gift. How can Xiaosheng express his disappointment because he is dissatisfied with the gift?" reason."

The old man looked at Anle, and seemed to see through Anle's mind at a glance: "I know you want a good sword. This bamboo sword is really not good in quality, but I have been with the old man for a long time. I am an old buddy. I want to find a good one for it. next home."

"Your ink painting of bamboo and stone made this old man very appetizing. You can see the proud and upright temperament of a gentleman in the painting. Perhaps, you will be a good sword holder, and you can be regarded as a good place for this bamboo sword."

"If you are really suitable, you will naturally find that the bamboo sword is good."

The old man put back the wide sleeves of plain clothes that were wet by the rain, and kept staring at the bamboo sword with a little bit of reluctance deep in his pupils, and even a little unwillingness.

An Le's eyes fell on the bamboo sword, which looked ordinary no matter how you looked at it.

The bamboo sword is two feet and seven feet long, not considered a long sword, but it still has the posture of a sword. The bamboo sword has no sheath, and even has no front.

But the words of the old man made An Le pay more attention to it. This is not a simple sword, it is entrusted by the old man.

"Xiaosheng will protect this sword well."

An Le said solemnly, as if taking an oath.

Hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "You boy, you are so funny. Although it is a bamboo sword, it is not delicate and does not need protection. You can swing it when you need to take it out, and collide when you need to collide. Don't be afraid." Broken sword."

"No.1 in the world failed to break this broken bamboo sword, so what are you afraid of?"

"A sword is a sword. It is a weapon for fighting. The act of protecting the sword is an insult to the sword."

The old man looked at An Le and taught.

When An Le heard the words, she immediately understood, nodded her head, and her eyes changed slightly. The old man said so, there must be something good about this sword that he hadn't noticed.

"This sword has no name at all, but it was made by a green bamboo by chance. It was named 'Qingshan'. It is related to the poem in your bamboo and stone picture, so it can be regarded as fate. Qingshan has been with me for many years, but to my little friend, it is considered a sword. It’s a new beginning, you can change the name of the sword at will.” The old man was very free and easy.

"I see that Qingshan is so charming, and Qingshan should be like this when he sees me." An Le suddenly thought of it, chuckled and said, "The name of the sword is very good."

The old man was startled, his eyes streamed, he stroked his beard and laughed.

Afterwards, no more talking about swords, the swords sent out will no longer be chosen to be taken back.

Looking at An Le, the old man smiled and said, "You still have to go to the Lin Mansion to work? Remember to ask for a leave in three days, and the old man will take you to a place."

An Le heard the words, but nodded without asking where she needed to go.

"Let's go, come back to talk about the ink and bamboo painting with my little friend in the evening, remember to prepare food and wine, the old rice wine in Yanchunli restaurant is good enough, but the meat is so-so, I still have to go to the beef shop in Dingya Lane, it is good enough."

The old man waved his hand, opened the umbrella and left the small courtyard, with a chuckle in his mouth lingering in the alley: "I see how charming Qingshan is..."

As soon as he left the small courtyard, there were hurried footsteps in Taimiao Lane.

Huang Xian, the head of the black yamen, was dressed in official uniform, and his body was wet by the rain. He rushed to the front of the small courtyard. When he saw the old man in plain clothes walking out of the alley, he didn't pay much attention. After all, the old man had no spiritual energy fluctuations, he was just an ordinary person .

"Mr. Ann..."

Seeing that the courtyard door was wide open, Huang Xian stepped in quickly, calling for An Le.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a headless corpse on the ground, and the words he yelled suddenly stiffened and choked in his throat.

"Huang Baotou, just in time, he is going to look for you."

An Le held the yellowed bamboo sword in his hand, and when he saw Huang Butou, he immediately smiled.

Huang Butou couldn't laugh, his face was solemn: "Hu Jingang?"

An Le bathed in the spring rain, with a gentle smile on her face, as if she had been exiled from the dust, she nodded slightly.

"You killed it?" Huang Butou took a breath, his tone mixed with disbelief.

An Le walked towards the house, took a towel to wipe his hair, and said: "This Hu Jingang attacked last night, saying that he was going to kill me because of the wanted portrait I made, which made him troublesome to be hunted down."

"Of course I couldn't sit still, I could only fight back in self-defense and kill him."

Huang Xian slowly calmed down and was shocked. In the morning, the yamen received a report from the watchman, saying that there was an unknown head on Qingbo Street.

Huang Xian led the team to come, and found that the location was at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, so he couldn't help but think of An Le, and rushed over immediately, but it turned out that Hu Jingang was actually killed by An Le.

"Mr. An, it's good that you're fine. Hu Jingang has committed a heinous crime. If you kill him, you are punishing the evil and promoting the good. The black government will not pursue it, and will even give you a reward." Huang Xian comforted Anle knowing that it was the first time Anle killed someone.

An Le drew a few sketches for the young masters in the Lin Mansion. He got a lot of money, but he didn't care too much about the bounty. He entered the house, changed into clean white clothes, put a tattered bamboo sword on his waist, and took the oil paper Umbrella, so I want to go to Lin's mansion to work.

"Captain Huang, Hu Jingang is a suspect in the underworld, you should send someone to deal with this corpse."

An Le opened the umbrella, and the raindrops fell, hitting the umbrella surface with a muffled sound.

Huang Xian, wearing a bamboo hat, said with a smile: "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

After a while, someone was called to dispose of Hu Jingang's body. Huang Xian didn't say much, but just cupped his fists at Anle, looking up to Anle more and more.

Although this son has just completed the enlightenment of practice, he will bloom brilliantly just like the Qianlong who came out of the abyss!
"Come again to drink and eat meat with Mr. An in another day, and personally thank Mr. An for killing this wicked King Kong."

Huang Xian clasped his fists and performed the salute earnestly, and An Le also saluted back.

After waiting, Huang Xian and the police officers disappeared into the alley.

An Le locked the gate of the courtyard, walked out of the rain lane with an umbrella, a sword and a white coat, and went straight to the west of the West Lake.

Yaofeng faintly sees black eyebrows, it's strange that there is no such cold in spring.

The misty rain in the West Lake, dotted with circles of ripples, has a unique flavor.

Waiting for a while among the literati and poets, it is a pity that Fairy Yunrou's imperial sword has never appeared.

Today's first ray of timeless wool failed to be picked up.

Unable to see Fairy Yunrou, the misty and rainy scenery of the West Lake seemed somewhat boring, An Le turned around and went to the Lin Mansion before staying on the embankment of the West Lake for long.

As usual, she went to work every day, and it was still the maid Liuxiang who opened the door. Looking at An Le, who was dressed in white clothes in the spring rain, the girl's eyes were like Huaichun.

"Miss Liuxiang, please inform Mrs. Hua, I have something to see."

An Le smiled softly.

Liu Xiang's servant girl blushed, "Mr. An, Mrs. Hua said that if you want to find her, you can go to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion."

An Le nodded, and after saying goodbye to Liu Xiang, she took an umbrella and went to Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, with a bamboo sword on her waist and white clothes dangling around, making her look even more chic.

In the Tianbo water pavilion, the spring rain falls from the sky, like billions of crystal clear ice beads, falling to the world.

It hit the black-tiled pavilion with four-corner cornices, making repeated crisp sounds.

In the main hall, the spring breeze in the hall carried a few grains of water vapor bursting from the spring rain, blowing mistyly, lifting the tulle skirt under the splendid dress of Mrs. Hua who was lying on her side on the couch.

Mrs. Hua would make tea and read books in the main hall of the water pavilion every morning, which was her habit for many years.

An Le put away the umbrella and entered the main hall of the waterside pavilion, the tip of the umbrella dragged a gradually thin rain trail on the ground.

Madam Hua pressed down the book, and looked at the visiting young artist with delicately sculpted eyebrows and eyes.

Ok?
Seeing this, Mrs. Hua was stunned, because in her soul, she couldn't perceive Anle's body-training qi and blood and spirit-training mind.

It was as if there was a layer of fuzzy veil covering An Le's cultivation level, making it impossible for her to explore.

This situation is really rare.

Mrs. Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze moved sideways, from An Le's handsome face down to her waist, and she saw a tattered and yellowed bamboo sword.

At first glance, Mrs. Hua thought it was just an ordinary rotten bamboo sword.

However, after careful observation, the primordial spirit trembled, as if thinking of something.

A tinge of horror suddenly appeared on Mrs. Hua's delicate and elegant face.

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